Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Poem #409

Another acrostic :)

Unknown faces, unusual sights and places.
Nothing like what you are accustomed to.
Foreign sounds, smells, and feelings.
Alien world, too much for the mind to bear.
Making your mind feel hazy, the world unclear.
Indefinite, everything seems to freeze,
Leaving life hanging, up in the air.
It’s something out of the ordinary,
And there is no way to comprehend the strange sights.
Remaining this way forever.

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